Analysis Of Blake Gingold Silk Road Project

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Blake Gingold Silk Road Project 3/18/14 Journal: Entry I My name is Dato Young. The year is 7th Century, March 21 and it’s been four and a half months since my daughter, Aaiqa, was born. Now Aan, my wife, and I must support ourselves while at the same time support our newborn. We live in the large city of Shymkent in Kazakhstan inside a small-dilapidated Yurt that Aan and I made next to the Badam River (Spark). It took many months to build it. Making the doorway was the most strenuous part. The fluffy wool had to be laid out on reed mats in a pile that is about 35 centimeters deep with boiling water sprinkled on top of it. A long stick is then laid on one end of the reed mat, and the mat is rolled up with the wet wool inside it. Sometimes the roof is covered with a piece of canvas or tarp but we just used wool (Levinson). For fourteen years now, my wife and I have been begging around our village, but since Aaiqa was born, we’ve had to start taking shifts throughout the day. Aan would start at sunrise till midday, and then I would take over throughout the rest of the day until sun down. Aan got the earlier shift so she could prepare supper later on in the day. While she worked in the morning, I would take Aaiqa with me to the green meadows of Jaylyau (Astana). There, I would hunt for packs of urial for supper that night. Our income of money has recently been running very low ever since Aaiqa became apart of the Young family. We haven't been able to afford much at the local farmers markets so I’ve had to hunt myself. On the w... ... middle of paper ... ...y recall what happened. All I remember is my body falling off the back of the camel and hitting my head on a rock. I don’t know how long I’ve been passed out for but I can still see moon; its beauty, shining bright on my face so I presume it is still night. My forehead has an enormous gash on it right now and I’m coughing up blood. It’s sad for me to think right now what this has all come down to. If you find this journal, please return it to my wife Aan. Aan, if you are reading this journal right now, I want you to know that I love you and I will always be with you no matter what. Please don’t be afraid or upset about my loss, this was all of my idea. Tell Aaiqa I love her and that I’ll always be with her too. Please don’t be afraid Aan. Right now, as you are reading this, I am standing beside you and holding you in my arms. I love you both so much…goodbye my love.

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